By now Melinda was a panting wreck. The oil covered white patches of her catsuit revealed the colour of her flesh beneath , she wondered where all this was going to end.

Then , as suddenly as it all started her breasts were released , the hand that had worked her into a frenzy slid free from between her legs. Melinda stood limply , supported by the arms that held her wrists from her sides. A cruel hand gripped Melindas cheeks , causing her lips to pout. Then , a hand pulled the blindfold over her head. The light in the room momentarily made Melinda blink.

"Remember me ?" Said the woman angrily.

Melindas face was a picture of confusion. The face seemed familiar , but only vaguely , where had she seen it ?

"Perhaps you remember her ?" The tall woman used her vice like grip on Melindas cheeks to turn her head to face over her shoulder.

Melinda could see a pretty blond girl . the girl .the girl from the nightclub. Melinda remembered it all , how she had struck the tall woman , it was over so fast , she had forgotten all about it.

The tall brunette turned Melindas head back to face her and held up the now developing polaroid pictures and sneered.

"At least I wont ever forget you , you little cow" she said showing Melinda the photographs she had taken. The brunette leant forward and kissed Melinda on the lips then , bit at her bottom lip , then gently pulled away.

"Mmm lets try your milking harness for size little cow."

Melinda began to cum more than ever just hearing the brunettes words.

Behind the brunette was a table and on it was a bundle of leather straps and tubes and some large glass suction cups. She picked the bundle up and spun round holding it all up in front of Melinda. She pressed the collection against Melinda , like someone checking a dress for size.

The glass cups , like big tubes sat against Melindas breasts , the other straps seemed to line up with her ribs and waist , a length of leather dangled between her legs.Melindas stomache filled with dread at the assembly of glass cups an leather were held against her. What were they going to do with her ?

"Right , shes had her fun" said the brunette cruely , looking blatantly at Melindas wet groin. "Since she looks like a cow" . Christine drew a finger around one of the large black patches on the suit . " we may as well milk her like one" .

Melinda tried to pull away from the brunette who smiled at her efforts. The brunette Christine , began to bluckle the leather harness around Melindas body , lining up the glass tube like cups with her breasts. The waist buckles came next and then Christine pulled the crotch strap in tightly against Melindas hot flesh.

"Up you come" said Christine , patting the tables black rubbery covered surface. The table was set on two levels . On the higher level there was a set of metal stocks with a head hole , and set into the table were two holes. The lower tier was lined with leather straps and buckles as was the top.

Still holding Melindas wrists the blond girl and I dragged Melinda forward onto the table. Melinda fell onto the table on her stomache and the blond girl and I helped her up so she was kneeling on the lower tier. I helped move Melinda so when she leant forward , the two glass cups now covering her breasts slid smoothly through the holes in the table. Melindas neck lined up with the holes in the stocks and Christine closed the stocks jaws round Melindas neck , sealing her in.

Melinda looked forward and saw into a mirror. Her reflection was of peverse pleasure to her.

She could see her cow patterned ass pointing up into the air behind her , and beneath her , through the holes in the table , the glass cups , and inside those , her breasts. Melindas arms were held outstretched to her side and the blond and I began to buckle them down. After that we began to buckle down her waist , her thighs , her lower legs, and finally her ankles to the rest of the table.

Christine laughed as she moved around Melinda , taking more photographs from every angle. Christine stopped taking pictures when she had enough and put the camera and the devloping polaroids down to one side.

"Oh im going to enjoy breaking you you little cowslut !" said Christine who ran her finger down Melindas spine , bringing her palm to rest on Melindas curvy ass. Christine spanked Melinda hard , the noise was so loud it made even me flinch in surprise. Melinda tensed up but the bonds held her down.

"Ok , lets start hooking her up to the pump." The blond began to attach rubber tubes to the ends of the glass cups holding Melindas breasts prisoner and then it started. Slowly , Melinda felt her breasts drawn into the suction cups , swelling , expanding. Then just as she thought she couldnt swell any more , the vacuum seemed to collapse , the cup going slack again. Then again , the tension built up , her tender breasts being drawn further in to the glass cups.

Christine drew up a high stool and sat down by the side of Melinda , watching her being abused by the machine. Christine gathered up her camera , taking more photographs , sometimes aiming the camera at the reflection in mirror and the view of Melindas face , breasts and ass.

"Mmm , I like this suit Dom , you were right , she did wear it , I didnt think she would have the guts".

Christine stood up again and picked up a leather cat-o-nine tails.

"Now then , its time I paid you back for slapping me"

Christine moved behind Melinda and began to swat her ass with the long leathery tails.Melinda could only moan in pleasure as the woman began to take her revenge. Oh how she loved the idea of being dominated by this beautiful woman. Now it was happening , her enemy , Christine had her , in this humiliating outfit , with the photos , and she was milking her like the cow she wanted to be. How could something so terrible feel so good?

The torment continued .

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